I'm going forward in a mobile bubble 

I am on my way to a blank page 

That's where the future is as yet novel 

It's coming towards me while I age 


I'm going forward in a mobile bubble 

And all the shapes I see they grow 

And I am greddy and I want to gobble 

All the details that come and go 


In a while the shapes will lose their substance 

And I will have to turn around to achieve distance 


I'm going backward in a mobile bubble 

I need binoculars to see the history 

And all the details they seem to huddle 

In to a lump I can't decide or even see 


In a while the spirit will retire 

And I will have to turn around to achieve desire